We are tying up loose ends as we prepare to head to Rochester, MN, to Mayo Clinic to “literally” have my head examined. Ask me how I feel about that. I am due for a MRI on my brain to see the progress on shrinking tumors hit with the Gamma Knife procedure in January.
The garden will be put on hold for a few days and by the time we return, I’m sure the weeds will have taken over. But somehow I’m not giving in to the fatigue that keeps me from working a full day. It’s been a struggle but my friend Shelley asked me, “How do you eat an elephant?”
Well, everyone knows the answer to that, “One bite at a time.”
She was right. For today, I may have bitten off more than I could chew, but one bite at a time.
For your information, this will be the last year of farmers markets and this enormous garden. I will have to learn how to garden smaller — although my friend Keith and I discussed the dilemma of space in the garden. We are both seeking filler plants to fill in the bare spots in our plots.
I’m overjoyed at the rain we have experienced lately. It makes my wildflower bed bloom like crazy. Every day something new is blooming and I don’t notice the weeds because the plants are lush and green and lovely.
Today, Alice bloomed. I look at that as she and my mom are looking down from heaven with prayerful eyes for my upcoming doctor’s appointments.
If you remember, my Uncle Ed gifted me a vintage rose plant after Alice passed. So, I named it after her. And, if you follow this blog regularly, I moved Dan to the patio and it received a nice rain to give it a head start on some new leaves.
The rose is the kind that spreads and blooms small roses, with fragrance. I have been babying that plant for some years now. Last year I dug it up and gave it a new home in the center of the wildflower bed. It must have appreciated the space and the water and has rewarded me this year with lots of buds. I am hoping by the time I am home again the whole plant will be pink with blossoms.
Somehow I receive strength from the green and growing life surrounding our home. It’s a mess, like life, but amid the tangle, there’s beauty and hope. Hope for survival. I needed this spring and the subsequent warmer weather. It has revived me.
I’d like to share a lovely thought from the Song of Solomon 2:11-13:
“Look, the winter is past,
and the rains are over and gone.
The flowers are springing up,
the season of singing birds has come,
and the cooing of turtledoves fills the air.
The fig trees are forming young fruit,
and the fragrant grapevines are blossoming.
Rise up, my darling!
Come away with me, my fair one!
On a final note, my favorite sound of summer are the cooing mourning doves. It reminds me of my childhood and waking up to the many songs of the birds in our backyard.
Come away with me, my fair one and dream the dreams of childhood.
INDYchildrendotme 
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